Dirty Roomie (Tempting the Trainer) Read online

  I rush over to my bed, and wait for the imminent confrontation. “Hey, Melissa?” He says, while knocking lightly at my door. “I think some of your laundry got mixed in with mine…somehow.”

  “Oh?” I respond with a clueless tone. “What is it?”

  He walks into my room, and shows me both pairs. “Just these.”

  “Oh, weird. I’ve been looking for those. Are you sure that you didn’t take them when I wasn’t home?” I say to him, playfully.

  His face gets redder than it did before. “No…um, I’d never…”

  “I’m just kidding, Dylan.” I spread my legs apart on the bed a little. “Is that all you needed to tell me?”

  He nods, and sets my panties on top of the dresser next to him. “Yep. That’s it.”

  “You positive?” I ask, as he starts walking away.

  He pauses, pivots around, and I catch him staring right between my thighs. “I—um, yeah. That’s all.” He stutters, but it’s pretty obvious that there is definitely more on his mind. I suppose he’s reached the point where he isn’t sure whether my little schemes are just coincidence, or if I’m purposely tempting him. No worries, Dylan. Since you can’t figure it out on your own, I guess I’ll have to spell it out for you tonight. Initiating phase #3.

  * * *

  It’s twelve o’clock in the afternoon, and Dylan has just left for work. I pull out my phone, and do a quick search for the nearest sex shop in town. Twenty minutes later, I’m there.

  “Welcome to Phallusophy, anything I can help you with?” The young store clerk greets me with a warm smile.

  “Actually, yes. I’m looking for the thinnest, daintiest lingerie you have. Preferably in red.”

  “Oh, big night planned?” She asks.

  “I guess you can say that.”

  She shows me their selection, and I pick the cheapest pair. I’m only going to be wearing it for a few minutes before he rips it off of me, so why spend more than I need to? After swiping my card, I decide that I need to pick up a few candles as well. Oh, and some scented massage oil. Doesn’t hurt to be a little slick for the ride.

  I get home with my triad of tantalizing trinkets around two thirty. That means I have almost six hours before he gets home. One hour passes, then another. It’s pure torture. The thoughts of him ravaging me from behind are almost unbearable, and for a minute, I almost start pleasuring myself for some kind of release, but I don’t. I’m saving every ounce of my sexual energy for Dylan. He doesn’t know it yet, but this is going to be the best night of his life (and vice versa).

  But of course, that’s if everything goes the way I want it to, and that being said, there are only two ways this night is going to unfold: either 1.) Our eyes awkwardly meet, he doubles over with laughter, and I lock myself in my room out of embarrassment for the rest of my life, or…2.) I get lucky with my dirty roomie. A 50/50 chance? That’s a risk I’m willing to make.

  3

  So, that’s what has brought me to this point. It’s 8:15 now. The candles are lit, I’ve managed to squeeze into this stringy lingerie without tearing it, and my skin is glistening from that coconut-smelling massage oil, which I’m hoping will be applied a bit thicker once Dylan gets his hands on it. My heart is still racing, though, and the circulation is being completely cut off from my arms and legs as I stay frozen in this seductive pose. No pain no gain. I’m not moving till he gets back.

  It’s 8:20 when I hear the door click open. I can tell that the soft ambience, and sweet smell from the lit candles catches him off guard, because he pauses for a second. “Melissa?” He calls out from the entryway, as he makes his way toward the living room.

  “Yes?” I respond with an indifferent tone.

  The couch faces opposite of where he’s standing, so he doesn’t see me yet, but I can already tell that the puzzle pieces are connecting inside of his head. “What’s all this? Candles?” He asks.

  “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

  He walks slowly around to the front of the couch, and as soon as our eyes meet, his get wide. I watch, as his gaze falls over every inch of my barely-covered body. He’s hot—covered in post-workout sweat—just the way I want him. “Melissa…”

  I bring a finger up to my lips. “Don’t say another word, just answer my question: do you want this or not, Dylan?”

  I see him get rock hard immediately, and his head subtly nods. But he’s still slightly confused. “I…”

  “You’re a hard egg to crack, Dylan. I’ve tried dropping hints all week.”

  He smiles, and chuckles lightly under his breath. “So, the panties? The dildo?”

  “Yep…”

  His eyes continue devouring my glistening skin as we talk. “Honestly, I just thought you were just being a ditz.” He moves closer to me, and takes a seat on the arm rest. “I guess I was wrong.” He reaches underneath his tight, heather-grey shirt, and pulls it over his head. His chest is tight and swollen from work, and the tiny beads of perspiration make his upper body glow radiantly.

  “Well?” I whisper softly to him, but he doesn’t register. He’s completely hypnotized by me. “Dylan.” I say a bit louder, which seems to break the spell. His eyes divert from my breasts to my face.

  “Yes, Melissa?” He says, as he gets on all fours, and climbs onto the couch. I lay down flat, and wait patiently for his body to come over me. When we’re face-to-face, I tell him. “I want you, Dylan. Do whatever you want with…” Before I can even finish speaking, his face dips to mine, and our lips meet. It starts slow, but I can tell he’s holding back. My hands gravitate upward to his slick chest, and then work around his body, until I’m holding him tightly.

  His lips unlock from mine, and he begins working his way lower, leaving a trail of soft kisses along my body until he reaches my nearly-naked breasts. “This needs to come off.” He says, while slipping a finger underneath the lacey strap of my top. Before I can even respond, he pulls it down until I’m completely exposed. His left hand pinches my sensitive nipple, while his tongue teases the other. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second as waves of pleasure ripple through my chest.

  “Just rip it off.” I say. I want him to be rough, but he’s hesitant. “Do it, I don’t care. Rip it off of me.” Immediately, both of his hands grab hold of the thin lace, and with one powerful flex of his massive biceps, my dark red top shreds to pieces. I can almost feel his need to dominate me building inside of him, but I can tell Dylan is not a selfish lover. He wants to make sure I’m ready before...

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” He says under his breath as he sits up to take it all in. The vanilla candles are pleasant, but Dylan’s sexy, masculine musk is nearly overpowering them. Yes—his scent is much more tantalizing.

  Before he slips off his shorts, he makes note of the massage oil, which I had set on the ottoman right next to the couch. “For us?” He says, as he reaches for it. I nod. He pops off the cap. The smell of coconut fills the warm space around us as he turns the bottle upside down, and drizzles some on my chest. “Perfect.” He doesn’t say it out loud, but that’s what his eyes are telling me. His hands go to work, massaging my breasts, working his way down to my stomach. I’m not entirely sure why his touch in particular is so pleasurable, but I don’t care. I just need more of it.

  Dylan’s breath starts to increase as he slides back a bit, and makes his way down to my thighs. He skips over my pussy entirely—that tease—puts a little more oil in the palm of his hand, and presses his fingers firmly into my legs. I just relax, and take it all in. If this is what it’s like to be treated like a princess, then please, let me be a princess. “I’m not sure I can wait much longer, Dylan.” It’s no lie. My pussy is practically begging to be filled at this point.

  I see his subtle grin wipe off his face when he hears those words. His mouth opens slightly, and his eyes glaze over with lust when he works his way higher, higher up my legs, and reaches the goal. The prize. “You’re soaking.” He says breathily, as he reach
es his hands underneath the thin waist band, and pulls them down. I lift my legs high into the air, so he can pull them all the way off.

  “And what are you going to do about that, Dylan?” I respond, as I spread my legs apart for his viewing pleasure. He’s on autopilot now. I can tell—and he isn’t going to stop this evening until he makes me come. He throws my panties on the floor, and dives head-first between my thighs. I can already barely hold back a brimming climax as his tongue swirls repetitiously around my throbbing clit. It’s been a whole week since I’ve orgasmed, and something tells me it’s going to happen more than once tonight.

  “Ungh, shit! Dylan!” I can’t even form a coherent sentence as my mind is completely raptured with pleasure. My toes curl. Eyes roll to the back of my head as he starts sucking on my clit without any signs of stopping. And his gaze—absolutely breathtaking. I can see it in his eyes, as he looks up at me from below, that all he wants to do is send me to another dimension with his sensual touch. My unrepressed moans tell Dylan that I’m almost there, so he pauses. I can tell that he wants to make this last. His mouth unlatches from my pussy, and a clear string of cum follows. His face—absolutely covered in my juices.

  “Turn around.” He says imperatively. I listen by rolling over onto my stomach, and getting on all fours. I arch my back, grab my cheeks, and spread for him. I can feel him taking it all in. I know I’m wet enough, but Dylan wants it wetter. He grabs the massage oil once more, and pours a liberal amount right onto my exposed asshole. It’s warm to the touch. I can feel it cascade down to the lips of my pussy, and drip into the couch. It’s leather. It’ll wash off.

  “Oh my god.” Those are the only words that seem to exist in Dylan’s vocabulary as his sexual desires flood his mind. It doesn’t take long for his tight little spandex to come off, and as I look behind me, I watch him slip off his equally tight Calvin Klein’s. As soon as the waistband comes over his massive bulge…his monster is unleashed. Holy. Shit. I audibly gasp when I see it up close and personal for the first time. His cock compliments his broad shoulders and powerful thighs perfectly, but I’m still astonished at how big it is. And now, my pussy feels emptier than ever. If I don’t get that meaty sausage of his inside of me…

  “How fast?” I pause, and swallow nervously—ass still pointed into the air. “How. Fast?” He repeats with a subtle tone of impatience.

  I know what I want, but right now I want him to steer the car. “That’s up to you, Dylan.” I want to find out how dirty my roomie really is. I watch him closely with my head turned as he reaches for the massage oil once more, and pours the rest right onto his shaft—covered. I can see it drip slowly as he strokes himself a few times. Right now, he’s like a diamond—harder than ever.

  “Don’t be shy.” I tell him as he gets into position. I unexpectedly moan when the tip lightly touches me, but instead of immediately gliding in, he thrusts a few times with his cock between my ass cheeks. Fucking. Tease. It just makes me want it more. I feel his hands grab tight around my waist. He’s ready. He brings himself back, and when he thrusts once more, he makes sure it goes inside. The initial penetration is indescribable. He slowly glides in, until he can’t go any further. Every inch of his love is pressed inside of me, completely filling me. This is heaven. No doubt about it.

  Dylan is so far inside, that his lower stomach is pressed against my ass, and in no time, his hips start gyrating on their own. Fast, fast, faster. Every thrust of his girthy, rock hard cock is making my pussy explode with uninhibited pleasure. It’s so effortless, so perfect that…“Dylan, I—I…!” He doesn’t even think about slowing down as I reach closer to the point of no return. I’m nearly there until…“Ahhh! Oh…oh my…!” My arms start quivering so much that they give out from underneath me, causing my back to arch at an even more extreme angle. Dylan uses it to his advantage—he pushes down softly on my back, as he continues relentlessly pounding from behind. That angle—something about his positioning multiplied my bliss by a factor of infinity. It was like my whole body was going numb with pleasure. Dylan’s movements absolutely melted my mind.

  “Good girl.” He says to me softly in between his animalistic grunts. The words are like honey to my ears. My heart beats faster, my whole body begins to sweat from the heat—but I want more. He thrusts into me once more, and I push back on him. So fucking deep I can’t even believe it. I groan—whimper as he stays inside of me for a moment before gliding out again.

  “What next?” I ask, as I slowly get up, turn around, and grip his diamond dick in my hand. He falls onto his back, and motions for me to climb onto him, so I do.

  “Ride me. Make me come, Melissa.” His words are intoxicating. I mount his massive body like a horse—press my thighs against his waist, and tease him a bit before letting him back inside. I grind the length of his cock with my pussy, and watch as he loses it. I can make him come right now if I wanted to, but I need more before Dylan is finished. I reach behind me, and guide his wet, oily, coconut-smelling dick inside of me, and as soon as I sit on it, my body goes weak. I fall completely flat on top of him, and in response, he wraps his arms around me, and squeezes. “You ready?” His hot words wrap around my ears, and fill me with the ultimate feeling of serenity.

  I nod, and kiss his neck lightly. “I’m ready.” Unrepressed screams of ecstasy echo through the room as he begins to work his magic with those powerful hips of his. He starts off slow, just like last time, but quickly increases his speed. I try to move in tandem with his movements, but it’s clear that he wants to make me come by himself. I go limp, realizing that he wants to do all of the work. I let him ravage me—I can tell he’s about to release, so I tighten the muscles in my groin. His face completely contorts, and I know he can’t hold it back anymore, but he has to. I’m not through with him. “Not yet.” I whisper.

  I feel him flexing inside of me, in an attempt to stave off his climax. “Oh…oh man, that was close.” He grins, and wipes a trailing bead of sweat from his forehead. We’re cheek-to-cheek, but I lift my head up, close my eyes, and get lost in his lips again. My tongue reaches deep inside of his mouth, and swirls around his until he can’t help but continue with his smooth, wavy motions. I unlatch from his mouth, and this time, I give him a helping hand. I bounce on top of him as he gyrates, and every single time my ass comes in contact with his hips, pleasure courses through every part of my body.

  At this point, I’m ready. “Do it, Dylan. Make me come. Hard.” He stops. I can tell my words are infectious. He’s going to do everything in his power in order to fulfill my command. With his hands still wrapped tightly around my body, he picks me up, and lays me on my back. My legs spread for him, but that isn’t enough—he grabs my thighs from underneath, and makes me stretch until my feet are practically behind my ears. That god for those yoga classes. My pussy is completely on display for him. I feel vulnerable—but in the best way ever.

  His entire, muscle-bound body visibly shakes as he slides into my dripping pussy once more. I can tell by the expression on his face that he wants to fill me up with his hot cum, and this only makes me desire him more. He starts moving his hips faster, until my breasts are bouncing uncontrollably—he can’t help but grab onto them. He pinches my left nipple as his right hand comes down lower to rub my clit. “Fuck!” The trifecta of stimulation is making me go crazy, and it all seems to coalesce into an explosive firework of unadulterated bliss. “Dylan, I’m…!” This time, there was no repressing it. My entire body begins to convulse as I release—my pussy starts to pulsate around Dylan’s erection. My eyes close, and reality begins to spin around me. I’ve never felt a climax like this before. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

  Dylan drops his hands to the couch as he follows immediately after me. My orgasmic state of nirvana is only heightened when I feeling him pump his warm, silky, testosterone filled cum inside of me. His breaths become quick, as he rams deeper into me without any sense of control. He’s no longer Dylan, as he finishes. He’s nothing but an animal—compl
etely unable to think for himself. My body—my tight, lovely pussy—has him enslaved.

  “Wow.” He says, genuinely flummoxed and out of breath as he lays back on the couch. Of course, I’m still pulsing with aftershock waves of pleasure that seem relentless and never-ending.

  “Well?” The only word I can muster. Dylan has exhausted me.

  “Well…I wish I would have caught onto your little game a bit earlier.” He smiles at me—the hard ridges of his muscular silhouette are illuminated by candle light, and honestly, they make me crave round number two. But after that full-body workout, it looks like Dylan is almost ready for bed. His eyes—half closed, still coated with a thin layer of residual lust.

  Both of our bodies are still glistening with oil. I get up, blow out the candles, and grab his hand. “How about a quick shower before bed?” I ask. He looks up at me with the cutest expression of excitement.

  “I’d like that.” He picks me up, carries me up the stairs. I look into his eyes as he sets me down, and he kisses my neck. “You know, I was a bit nervous about this…letting a stranger in my house.”

  “Yeah?” I respond.

  He nods. “Looks like it was a damn good decision, though.”

  “I agree.” I reciprocate his smile, grab his arm, and lead him into the bathroom, where things get…steamy.

  4

  I wake up in his warm cotton sheets the next day. His arm is wrapped around me, and his scent even more so. I want to stay lost in his warm covers with him forever but…Oh shoot. I look at the clock on his night stand and it’s already 7:00. I told Sarah I was going to meet up with her at 8:00. I rush out of bed, get ready, but before I leave, I write a little note to Dylan.